Tag Archives: Rebecca Connors

Naming of parts

Round ruby blood cells, the grey labyrinth of nerves, and then my heart. Ingredients: Bone, white matter, muscle. We are filled of fluids with intent, unconscious muscles that power us in a continuous pendulum. I never recall my numerous parts … Continue reading

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They want to tell you stories of stark stairs and stubbed toes childbirth, that impressible yawn, the white stucco on beached knees. Summer skin indented with well-worn bruises and the savory insect bite. We are swell. Let’s collect our bodies … Continue reading

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